In the imperial harem, Zhaoyang soared high; Zengcheng and Hehuan flourished, while Lanlin and Pixiang stood alongside Phoenixes and Mandarin Ducks.
The graceful and lovely ladies filled the palace with splendor. Alas, what a sight for those who looked within.
Thus the halls and chambers were arranged in rows, adorned with delicate and lavish ornamentation.
They were draped in embroidered brocade, decorated in red and green, with kingfisher feathers and carnelian, and threaded with fine jade.
Night-bright pearls streamed down, and luminous pearls were strung to serve as lamps.
Golden steps and jade stairs led to a radiant vermilion court.
Coral groves shimmered emerald-green, while fine jade gleamed and sparkled.
Precious treasures were spread everywhere, shining like Kunlun Mountain.
She came from a family of jade carvers, clever and quick-witted, cherished by all. Why was she drawn into the turmoil over jade, caught between six princes, as fate turned and her origins proved uncertain?
He had once been the emperor's most beloved son, brilliant in both letters and arms, and exceptionally astute. Why was he denied the throne, left out in the cold, and made to endure a life of hardship?
Did their encounter begin in pain, only for fate to bring it to a painful end?
Her nails dug into her flesh, yet she felt no pain at all; his whip came down, and tears drifted like snow across his handsome face.
If you were so determined to part, why grieve? If love leaves no trace, why hesitate?
When her lips were stained with blood, she offered up a white jade lotus, asking only that he trade it for this picturesque realm. In the Golden Throne Hall, he angrily tore off his robe and, just as she wished, stabbed himself three times. At the ancient cliff by the mountain pass, she cast everything aside and followed him. He swore, "If there is no reason, the jade will never leave my side..."
Fine carving brings forth beautiful jade. Half a lifetime of glory, half a lifetime of sorrow. Like a dream, yet not a dream, the past can never return. Only at night does the melody accompany me to its end...
Look at her again: with one otherworldly Dance of Pursuing Jade, her mortal life comes to an end, leaving no regrets...
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